Speculative Fiction

My writing’s slowed down lately, because I’ve got too much writing to do.

I’ve been a full-time writer since 2003 – but it’s been almost entirely work-for-hire in the tabletop games industry, with a few brief forays into computer game writing. It’s rare for me to take time to work on my own stuff, especially as my own stuff is generally very like the material I’m paid to write for others. On the one hand, it’s elves and conspiracies and monsters and Lovecraftiana; on the other, elves and conspiracies and monsters and Lovecraftiana and money. 

The Gutter Prayer and The Divine Machine changed that equation quite considerably, but now that they’re written (edits of the latter notwithstanding), I’m back to balancing the possibility of selling another novel against the certainty of getting paid for rpg writing.

I know – as dilemmas to have, it’s not a bad one. But there are only so many hours in the day, and so many hours in a lifetime, so some words won’t get written at all. The trick is choosing which ones fall by the wayside.